Beautiful Soul,
I know you think that you're not beautiful,
I know how it feels to be afraid to look into the mirror once you wake up in the morning,
Looking at those blood shot, swollen, baggy eyes,
The hair tied into a messy bun,
The crooked smile that you carry as a facade,
The shapeless fingers,
The countless freckles on your face,
The moles on your skin,
The dark circles covering your eyes,
The nails turning fragile and half broken,
I know how it feels to not feel beautiful,
I know how it feels,
But you know what my dearest,
You're beautiful ❤️
Yes,
You're beautiful,
A different kind of beautiful,
Beautiful because of-
The kind nature you've,
The crooked smile of yours which makes everyone else smile,
The scars you gloriously carry which makes you realise that this time shall too pass,
The blood shot, swollen, baggy eyes which tells you of the night you've spent crying and here you're smiling for everyone else to smile,
The shapeless fingers which have held hands of those who were about to fall but you saved them,
The countless freckles on your face which tells that you don't need a makeup to be yourself,
The moles on your skin which makes you feel more beautiful than you'll ever imagine,
The dark circles covering your eyes because of the nights you've just been numb asking for a deep sleep to swallow yourself in,
The fragile, broken nails which were once either painted in different colours or covered in ink,
You,
My Darling,
Are beautiful,
You're a Beautiful Soul which people forget to admire from afar,
You're Beautiful,
And now you know why,
And you'll always be Beautiful even though you'll cry,
And you'll not even realize my Beautiful Soul that through all this you'll try,
And once again my darling you'll win this fight,
And when you're tired you'll sigh,
And lastly my dearest you'll once again smile... :) ❣️
❤️❤️❤️
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